Jovi Winchester never had a easy life, especially being born into a world of hunting. But her life got flipped upside down when her dad dies once again but this time comes back as a demon and he's nothing but trouble for society.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆...
"𝒔𝒐, 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂-𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏, 𝒖𝒎..." Dean trailed off, looking around the office like someone trying to recognize a hotel room after a blackout bender.
"Barry Gilman," Sam supplied.
"Yes. Right. Barry Gilman. We were here. We were looking for leads. Yeah. Douche tax," Dean said, rifling through Barry's files like they were takeout menus, then casually slipped something into his blazer pocket.
"You did that yesterday too," Jovi deadpanned, shooting him a look that could curdle milk. Is short-term memory loss contagious? Should I be worried?
Sam gestured them over to a wall of photos. "All right, come here. Check these out. Do these shake anything loose?"
They all stood in front of framed, boring-as-hell photos of Barry shaking hands with equally boring men. Jovi stood back with Sam, allowing Dean to get up close and personal with the wall like it was gonna whisper the plot twist into his ear.
After a solid five seconds of blank staring, Dean turned. "Nope. None of them."
"Okay, think," Sam pressed. "What happened next? I went to hit the lore with Jovi, you went out for a burger, so..."
"So... what do you want me to say? I-I ate 'em?"
Jovi groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. Honestly, at this point, I believe it. Maybe he ate the burger. Maybe he ate the witch. I wouldn't put it past him.
"Okay, okay. You know what?" Sam sighed. "It's not a big town. How many burger joints can there be?"
Apparently, a lot, Jovi thought twenty minutes later as they arrived at the third place on their spontaneous burger crawl. She hovered close to her dad like he was a toddler in a gun store.
